Post by Gray on May 31, 2011 3:44:58 GMT -5
[This is Pre-Hatching FYI :>]
Yarn and cloth covered the room in an awful mess. It shouldn't have bee, and she knew it. But with two Firelizards and a child, it was hard to keep things clean. Even in her small room. Even if Kidanyr was in the Lower Caverns most of the day. Sighing, Lyr shook her head as she untangled Sequin from a bunch of Yarn.
“You silly beast! What have I told you about the yarn? I warned you! I warned you about the Yarn! But you never listen.” Of course, Lyr didn't raise her voice. In fact, she kept it rather calm though a bit stern.
From her bet, Kida watched with large eyes.
“Quin hurt?” She asked, keeping to the short, blunt sentences of a child her age. Kida was fairly average for a child her age, though she seemed to be a bit calmer than other two turn old Lyr had witnessed. She was content to sit on the edge of the bed, plastering poor Satin with varying scraps of cloth. The Copper was surprisingly accommodating. This was smallthing and she was Hers' smallthing. So Satin would deal.
Lyr was starting to get a bit flustered though. Somehow the very small Pink had managed to tangle herself in twelve different colors of Yarn, and Lyr couldn't make heads or tails of them. It was times like this that she was glad she had her own room. She couldn't even imagining her having this kind of mess when someone else was there! It would be purely mortifying.
“You silly beast! What have I told you about the yarn? I warned you! I warned you about the Yarn! But you never listen.” Of course, Lyr didn't raise her voice. In fact, she kept it rather calm though a bit stern.
From her bet, Kida watched with large eyes.
“Quin hurt?” She asked, keeping to the short, blunt sentences of a child her age. Kida was fairly average for a child her age, though she seemed to be a bit calmer than other two turn old Lyr had witnessed. She was content to sit on the edge of the bed, plastering poor Satin with varying scraps of cloth. The Copper was surprisingly accommodating. This was smallthing and she was Hers' smallthing. So Satin would deal.
Lyr was starting to get a bit flustered though. Somehow the very small Pink had managed to tangle herself in twelve different colors of Yarn, and Lyr couldn't make heads or tails of them. It was times like this that she was glad she had her own room. She couldn't even imagining her having this kind of mess when someone else was there! It would be purely mortifying.
